A short poem praising water 1 Who can compare with Cao Xueqin?
I know my daughter is made of water.
Wu Cheng'en said there was a girl country.
All daughters come from a mouthful of clear water.
That's my daughter's country.
A daughter made of water is not made of skin for nothing.
Good skin, the temptation of eternal life spreads.
Demons can't help drooling.
The beautiful king couldn't help it. What?
Didn't you look back when you went west?
Water is rippling in those big eyes.
Clear and pure tap water runs dry.
A short poem praising water II. Where did you get the injection?
Where is the form of your life!
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A rain in Heilongjiang
Overflow my tearless eyes.
In July when you are lingering.
No one can accept your kindness.
Why are you in the devil's business?
South in love
An unsatisfied fish died in the street.
Even a frog sitting in a well looking at the sky.
Questioning you, too
The authority that nourishes everything.
And gentle, flexible and noble.
Looking back to the north
Facing the displaced homes
I just want to dry your tears of regret and remorse.
Because you don't know.
Your feelings will make a stomach seriously stagnant.
What kind of injection?
The prisoner was trapped in a dark circle.
A short poem praising water, Rain on the Blue Dome.
Aggregation rotation
Finally, one drop after another.
Such as curtains, silk and flowers.
Petals hang down.
Flying in the wind
Break up the rain and fly away.
But I can't resist his progress at all.
Rain is naughty like a stubborn child.
Play here for a while.
And then wander there
Extended wetland
A clump of fresh grass spread out.
There are waves in the lake.
He struggled in the lake.
Turn into thin water vapor
Dancing towards the boundless clouds
As light as smoke.
The gesture of swaying green willows
Skew and twist
Soaked the blue sky
Condense into white clouds
He doesn't know where he comes from.
I don't know where to go.
But it left water stains in the air.
Be kind to a flower, a grass, a tree, a grain of sand and a stone
Fall into the wheel of reincarnation
Never stop using it.
Grind out colorful rainbows
How messy are short poems praising water?
How quiet
Whose clogs got wet by accident?
Keep all the storms in your heart.
The past sinks again and again.
Not covered by sighing moss
The most helpless life also has its secret yearning.
He Ran All the Way
No matter how big the gap is, don't be discouraged.
Listen to the water dripping from the mountain like a piano.
Watching the returning birds skim the water.
Let out a cry softly.
Mottled night lights flow to your own details.
Qian Fan floats by.
Shore Brown is still brown.
The heart of water is not complete.
A short poem praising water has reached the edge of water countless times.
I stopped.
Because I know there is water there.
It should also be the place where water lives.
The water overflowed my knees.
I can't help laughing.
Because the stone under my feet
Tickle her.
The laughter of the water flowed away.
The new water splashed with laughter again.
Don't complain about fish buried in water.
Because she uses water as a quilt.
The wind injury outside has nothing to do with her.
Because fish's dream is to have water all over the world.
Aquatic plants and parts of water
With the help of the horizontal lifting of water.
However, everything on the water is above him.
He tried to delete it.
Because he is close to the water.
The shadow in my water
I spilled water on me.
Ha ha! I have my sky.
There is no water.
Hard eyes of river pebbles
Keep a close eye on the sky
Because he left a dictionary in the sky.
The water was poured out before it came out, and it fell into the grave.
The flame of reincarnation kisses the mantle.
From then on, I said joys and sorrows, regardless of people.
Without entering Buddhism, flying flowers roam the world of mortals.
Fog reduces agarwood,
Locked and scraped raindrops are lonely and empty pillows.
Xiuwu kissed Tianjiao and hid in a pure land.
Who is there to carry forward love,
Who will be lonely there?
When the lotus takes off its bathrobe in the stagnant water
Eyes are no longer bright, and frost is no longer flying.
When the reed wind meets the crying pond.
I looked down and painted your hidden gentle picture.
Water goes against the current, and fish is descaled.
I'm three feet away from you. Look back.
Spring has come and flowers are in full bloom.
I am a clear water.
Wandering in your mind.
Moisten your thirsty heart
Dancing with the innocence of spring water
I am a surging river.
Gently, pick up a fallen leaf
Send it to the windless shore.
I am a nocturne.
Whenever night falls,
Play a perfect piece of music
To commemorate the life I love.
A short poem praising water. August light shines on you.
You are a knife.
Carve a thin moonlight
Carve a thin shadow
The shadow is as thin as a book.
Follow the footprints.
Cut off the fingerprints of the earth
How many busy people, non-stop
Cut through the cold ice.
Silence is a bonfire for some people in the world.
Burn, take water from the fire
Ice is a hidden worry that everyone has never revealed.
The spring water flows out from the overflow mouth held in both hands.
Humid night air
Colorless, tasteless and intangible, there is nothing to describe.
Dreams are just clear water in the clouds.